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Hurt but don't forget the comfort

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Bruised. Beaten. Stabbed. Sapped of energy. Tricked. Mentally played and abused. Perhaps you've even seen your home world destroyed, depending on how Homestuck you are. Any way you slice it, characters go through a lot of crap.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to see them get pampered and taken care of when they're ailing. In canon, they may not have someone who can provide them with care when they're injured, support and love when they're sick, and physical intimacy all around. In this post, AU or other scenarios can provide them with a caretaking partner of their very own (or, maybe, someone to take care of, if the reverse is their preference). So, for once, weary traveler, you don't have to carry that weight all by yourself.

to bring you out of the darkness;

The injury may not be a temporary physical or mental one, however. Some characters suffer more deeply, even if they don't know it. Darkness covers their hearts, they're withdrawn, insecure, angry, or lonely. They need someone to reach out to them and show them unconditional love.

This post can provide that, too.

Whether it be the cliche and shameless "changed by your love" trope or something more subtle like getting someone to open up, the characters here can offer that and more. All are welcome, they just have to take that first step.

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[ Clover deals mostly in swordplay so she was probably hurt really bad, he sounds like he'd be a great foil to her. Sounds like a good start! ]

[Neat! Do you want me to start or do you?]

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[ooc: Sure! Let me know if this needs some editing.]

He doesn't understand. He really doesn't understand. Why is every other nation along with their grandmother after this kingdom??? He doesn't understand and he doesn't like it when he doesn't understand something. The only thing he did understand is that he can't let an entire kingdom and it's populace be wiped off the face of the world, so he fights. And fights, and fights, and wins. There's not much humans with swords and spears can do against a demon after all.

The Queen on the other hand, is quite vulnerable to the aforementioned sharp pointy objects.

After a particularly difficult and tricky fight, Richter walked away with barely a scratch while Clover needed some patching up. "If I may make a suggestion before the next fight, Clo." He's taken to giving her a nickname, whether she likes it or not. "When the big burly armored men with axes, spears, swords, pikes, clubs....any form of conventional weaponry, charge towards you, run. In the opposite direction, of course. Preferably in my direction so can handle it." He says as he applies some handmade ointment to cut along her arm. "Also hold still."

On the other hand, Clover knows exactly why so many armies suddenly want Cydrea. They smell blood in the water--her blade killed the king, and she was its Queen. Now they thought they would do the same to her, and... to be fair, they almost succeeded. Though she'd been seen by a healer, her wounds were deep enough to actually usher her from the battlefield.

"Do not patronize me," she chides, the fire in her eyes not meant as scorn but as the willingness to fight. "I am just as capable of fighting as any other on that field. My misplay was ill-timed, that is the long and short of it." She wasn't the best at the swordmastery magic this throne demanded of her, so she was a little more reckless than the past king had been... but she knew she was able to fight. "You know you're to address me as Queen Clover, don't you? Someone will misunderstand--sss..." She hisses softly when she feels the ointment seep into her skin, shoulders tensing up.

"I said don't move." He says as he squeezes the cotton swab just a bit. He might be a bit annoyed by Clover's stubbornness to letting him do the heavy lifting. "Yes, yes, yes, Queen Clo. Yeesh." He might be sulking.

He puts down the swab and looks at the cut, gently taking her arm and examining it with more care than any healer would. "Would you like me to stitch up your cut? Or do you want to just bind it tightly?" He calls over a roll of fresh bandages which levitate from where they lie and land in his outstretched hand. "And I'm not underestimating or demeaning your fighting prowess. I just want you to think about the position you're in for a minute before you ride out into the field." And if she could spare a thought for him and his constant worrying.

"I think about it plenty! That's exactly why I ride out with the same vigor as my men!" A charismatic and intelligent ruler she was, but Clover didn't always have the best strategies. That was what she had a royal tactician for.

Still, the pain across her arm and the deep wounds that spanned her flat stomach hurt like nothing else. When she moved she grimaced, metal having torn skin and muscle. If she hadn't been seen immediately... "My arm is not as badly injured as my torso... binding it will be fine." And as usual, Clover raised a hand to gently bat at the fresh bandages levitating in his hand.

He frowns, clearly not seeing his point. "Fine." He takes the roll and spreads it out, gently pushing the cut together then putting a layer of some gel of his own making, then wrapped the bandage making it nice and snug. "Okay this is all done. Let me see your stomach." He moves off the bed and knelt before her, wiping his hands with a clean towel before hovering over the injury.

"Holy sh--Clo, how the hell did you manage to get yourself this hurt???" He says as he looks at the wound then up at her, irritation and concern melding together in his eyes. "For goodness sake, this is exactly what I'm talking about. If I had left you in the the hands of anyone else--Ugh!" This wasn't the time to whine and scold, he had to move fast. It wasn't fatal(-ish), but if he doesn't get to it the damage would be severe. He pulls out another vial from his kit, applying it on his fingers. "Now really hold still, this is gonna sting quite a bit." He recites a spell under his breath before laying his hands on the injury and taking his time to apply the ointment. Any place where metal had penetrated, he gently opened up and applied more of the ointment before closing and pressing it together.

And as he warned, it stung like a bitch.

Clover actually laughed at the incredulous reply, though it was quickly punctuated by a pained wheeze. The queen clenched her fists before letting out a slow breath, leaning back so she could lie down.

"Sting? What do you--" The end of her words were punctuated by a sharp yell, one only muffled by her raising her hand to her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut. Oh god. She actually felt winded and dizzy... the sudden barrage of pain was just like what she'd felt on the battlefield. At the very least no one else could watch her be in pain now... as much as she fought and argued with Richter, he was one of the few she let see her in pain.

Breathing through her nose, Clover finally pulled her hand away from her mouth as she tried to steady her breathing. The morning star that'd ripped through her skin and muscle had taken part of her corset and a lot of her dress with it--the fabric was starting to make her irritated. "Can you just take my damn dress off, then? It's not as if anyone will walk in unannounced."

He winced at the sound of her in pain. He didn't like it but it was necessary. With regard to the dress, he raises a hand and flicks it upward and downward, a fine invisible blade cutting the whatever was left of the dress. That probably upset her, he thinks. "I'm almost done. Just hang in there a bit more."

He'll apologize for the dress...next time she brings it up but for now he finishes disinfecting and cleaning the deeper wounds then presses the flat of his palms against the wound and let the magic do it's thing. A warm pulse starts to come from his hands as the wounds start to heal as best that her body can allow, there is only so much energy a body has. "There. That should do it." He wipes his hands again and then removes the tattered article of clothing on her and quickly replaces it with a blanket he summoned from a nearby dresser.

He quickly examines her again as she laid on the bed, a touch of salve here and there, and when he finished he was face to face with as he was directly on top of her. He touches her neck, cheeks, and head with the back of his palm for a fever. "You...are a real handful, you know that?" He sighs before look at her in the eyes and placing a small kiss on her brow. "But you did well, my Queen."

If Clover cares about her clothes being cut, she doesn't voice it--the cold suddenly hitting her exposed body does make her frown, though. She's thankful for the blanket, settling down. No fever is present--despite her injury, there's no infection.

The soft kiss ekes a wry chuckle out of her, and she reaches up to gently tug on his bangs to bring him back down, kissing his lips without even a moment of hesitation. It's relatively chaste. "Thank you, I think. I'd rather be a handful than forgotten." She was a Queen now, after all. No longer just a little maidservant toddling after her mistress. "... and thank you for your service. You've been most helpful these days during this godforsaken onslaught."

Despite the bold motion, she didn't continue on with bold words--keeping it more formal than anything. But then, Clover wasn't exactly good with her emotions.

The kiss was certainly a surprise, but certainly welcomed. It was simple but incredibly sweet, enough to send a calming warmth through him.

"You don't have to be so formal when we're alone." A beat. "Especially when you're just wearing your undergarments and a blanket." Definitely not a dirty joke. Definitely.

He gently and slowly strokes Clover's cheek, a frown appearing on his. "I wish you'd let me do the fighting. I know you want to show your people you're strong but, it's enough for you to be there." He says, voice low and soft. "I wish you'd just...just to the impossible and sit still." He sighs, leaning in to bury his head in her neck.

"But you're not going to do that, are you?"

She gently reached over to stroke his hair with her free hand, so she wouldn't have to make him move his head. "Of course not," she sighed softly. "It's not about showing them I'm strong... I already know I'm strong. They know I am. They saw me win my crown. It's about showing them that I'm not idle... that I am there with them. It's disgusting for a royal to be huddled in their tower, away from fighting while their men are slaughtered. If I am on the battlefield with them, they know that I fight by their side and will not leave them to die because of my cause."

Not that this was really 'her' cause. The other nations started this fight, and she intended on ending it. Granted, that meant that she was supposed to be fighting too, but... she supposed she would have to let her general and Richter take care of the rest for now. A gentle bit of teasing entered her voice. "Besides... you wouldn't like me if I sat still. I'd be too boring for you."

It started as a chuckle but grew into laughter as she points out the fact. "That's true." He nuzzles against her neck a little longer before pulling away and looking right her. "You really are such a handful." He cups her cheek, drawing circles with his thumb along her silky skin.

"A stubborn, headstrong, compassionate, beautiful handful of a woman." He leans in and kisses her, long but gentle, the kind of kiss someone gives when words just don't convey what they want to say.

He sighs as he breaks the kiss. "If I can't keep you from going out into the field, then at least promise me this. Until you get better, you stay in the back while I make a mess out in the front lines. Deal?"

The look on her face speaks volumes about that idea.

She hates it, but knows it's probably necessary.

Instead of responding right away, she raises her hand to the back of his neck to pull him into another kiss--hers doesn't even try to be gentle, though there's a passion and intensity there that is just who she is. She breaks apart once she's had enough, though not without leaving a kiss on his forehead and letting her head fall back onto her pillows.

"... fine," she mutters. "I... promise. To be less of a handful and stay in the back. Until I recover, and no later."

He sighs happily as she agrees. Well, begrudgingly agrees, but she still agreed.

"I suppose that's the best I'm gonna get. Thank you." He leans in again and presses his forehead against hers, the tip of his nose brushing hers. "Also, do you have to be so intense all the time? I used healing magic but you are still recovering from having a good portion of your stomach torn off, you know?" He jokingly says while his body settles closer to hers without directly lying on top of her.

"I mean, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me." A beat. "My Queen." Playful as his tone and emphasis was, he slips a hand under the blanket and glides his fingers a top the flat of her healed stomach.

"Clara said that my intensity is ever-present," Clover said with a hint of pride, though the royal tactician with her constant sarcasm probably had meant it as more of a complaint than a compliment.

His touch, however, actually coaxed a blush onto Clover's face, her eyes actually averting from his. "I certainly am not...!" (She might've been.)

"Uhuh." He knows she was, even if she doesn't. He leans down, slowly peppering her neck with kisses while his hand glides over to her side and slowly down to her waist. He can feel the hem of her underwear as his hand passed and he slips his thumb under the fabric.

"Oh? What's this?" He whispers, tugging on the thin cloth before nibbling her ear. "Tell me Clover, what do you want me to do?" He kisses her cheek, trailing her jaw with kisses before settling back into her neck placing more passionate kisses and sucking on her skin.

Clover leans her head back with a soft moan as Richter continues to kiss her skin, biting her lower lip.

"Don't 'what's this' me," she whispered softly, face growing redder before she turned her head to try and capture his lips. Like he'd teased her, she lessened her intensity, turning her kiss sweet. But it wasn't as perfect as her intense ones, clumsy in its sincerity. "I want you to not tease me... or I am sure I'll open one of these wounds..."

The kiss was clumsy, but it made him smiles. Clearly his Queen isn't the sweet kind.

"So you want me to be gentle with my teasing? I can do that." He says as he kisses her again, slowly pulling her panties off, goading her to lift her legs. Once off, he tosses them over his shoulder before running his fingers on the inside of her thighs.

"Is this gentle enough, or too much?" He's going for just enough to drive her a bit mad as the tips of his fingers glide and draw circles on her skin.

Her breath hitched--his fingers drew along other battle scars, already long since healed, but they were sensitive all the same. She turned so she could kiss him again, sliding her legs apart for his touch while also grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. For anyone else, such an aggressive move might seem like she was angry or about to hurt him, but she just sought to deepen the kiss.

Though his question just made her grumble softly. "I'd say it's far too gentle if I weren't injured..." Clover never was a fan of going it slow.

He smiles in response, aware of how she liked to cut to the chase. "Give me a moment."

He rose off and unbuttoned his shirt, doing her a favor and not really taking his time, before he lies with her again. It's not long after that he's kissing her again, deep and passionate, while his hand slides down the flat of her stomach and rubs her folds.

He started slow to let her get a little more excited, and when she was wet enough, he slipped two fingers inside and started to churn. It's not being mean, he's making sure that she's properly serviced. At least, that what he'll tell her if she gets mad.

She kisses him back with fervor, laying her hands on his chest and exploring it without caution. As he begins to tease and warm her up, her kisses grow more heated, her steady breath starting to fail her as she pulls at his neck and bites at his lower lip, ferocity unleashed. If she wasn't half drunk on the adrenaline from battle and being healed, perhaps she'd actually think about not digging her nails in and scratching his back this time.

But by the time his fingers slid inside of her, her hands had already gone down to tease him in turn, her breath hitching and stuttering. "Gods damn it," she lets out in a soft whimper, his motions actually causing her to pause.

He sighed as he felt her hands reach down to tease him, the front of his pants immediately rising up as his cock stirs to life. She's gets wetter under his touch and is just wet enough so she can take him, but the way she scratched him made him think that she was enjoying being teased like this.

Also 'ow' but he's had worse.

He slipped his fingers in and out faster now, curling his digits as he entered to reach so new spots and trigger some new sensations through Clover. "Do you like that?" He whispers before going back to suck and kiss at the silky skin on her neck.

A soft, feral growl escapes her lips against his ear as she clumsily dips her hand into his pants, wrapping her fingers around his cock. She pumps experimentally at first and then steadily, making sure to tilt his cock a little forwards so he'd have to feel the fabric rubbing up against him too.

With her breathing unsteadied, she kept pawing at his shoulder and dragged her nails down, trying to feel steady. "Tease," she hissed, especially as his fingers curled and rubbed against her core. Clover let out a sharp moan of pleasure, almost squeezing her thighs shut around his hand.

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